Holy batshit, that was a lot of beer

A lot of fucking beer was consumed last night. Robbie and Peter helped me dig into the frig-o'-goodies and I actually got a little drunk. Hard to believe, I know. But trust me. The only thing missing to complete the night was a drunken trip to Wendy's and picking up shitty burgers and fries that we didn't want to eat, anyway.

Today it's a trip to Old Monk for something resembling lunch. After that I think we might be bowling or something, then there's still more beer to polish off back in the burb known as Frisco. Considering that everyone over 20 dresses like a metrosexual, I think the name is appropriate.